"Lift her and carry her home, Harry," said the vicar; and the great fellow raised Mrs Glaire like a babe. "Podmore, I leave Miss Pelly to you. Somebody ask Mr Purley to come on to the house at once. Quick. By Jove, he has fainted!" These latter words were to himself, as Richard Glaire staggered and would have fallen but for the vicar's hold; and lifting him on his own shoulder, he led the strange procession till they entered the house, where he stayed with his two stout companions, John Maine going home, to keep guard with the police, who now arrived after being locked in the station and kept there by the men. But there was no need, for the eruption was over, and the night's silence was only broken by Richard's moans as he lay there bruised and sore, mad almost against his men, and ready to rail at the whole world for the injuries he had received. Volume 2, Chapter XVII. A DECEITFUL CALM. After the storm came a calm, during which there was magisterial talk in the neighbourhood to which reports of the proceedings had extended, of sending for the military, of having additional police force in the town; and then, as Richard Glaire made no movement, as no property was destroyed, and the injury was confined to one man, the affair began to be looked upon as an ordinary assault. A good deal of this was due to the fact that trade troubles were not uncommon, and so long as the policemen were not forced into taking action by the magnitude of the offence, they found it better to close their eyes to the proceedings, and not to interfere "till somebody called murder." In the riot in question the police had been good-humouredly locked up, and kept prisoners, as their captors said, laughing, "so as not to spoil their uniforms;" and, after a show of resistance, when they were informed that the lads were "only going to serve sum'un out," they came to the conclusion that the majesty of the law, as represented by two officials, was no match for a hundred and fifty excited men, and waited patiently till the affair was over. The clerk of the two made his report, and waited on Richard Glaire, who, being swathed and bandaged, and very sore, told him to go to the devil. Then the constable asked him if he should get warrants out against anybody--this at Richard Glaire's bedside. "Yes, if you like," growled Richard. "Will you give me their names, sir?" said the man. "How can I give you their names, when I don't know them? It was the whole pack." "But what am I to do, sir?" said the man, scratching his head. "Get out!" said Richard. "Wait till I'm better." The constable saw the vicar downstairs, and tried him for names, but with no better success; and the representative of law and order in the little out-of-the-way town went back in no wise dissatisfied, for any action against so strong a body of men would have been exceedingly unpleasant, and not at all conducive to his future comfort amongst those whom he looked upon as neighbours.